My house is quiet. Utterly, surprisingly, deeply quiet. I can hear the washer churning away on Abby’s sheets, the water clicking on in great whooshes, then clamping down. The computer is humming, and my own fingers are clicking- but the rest is… quiet.
My good friend literally swung by on her way to the park- and swooped my kids up- giving me a morning all alone at home. I’ve gotten breaks from my kids here and there- but it requires me setting up a sitter, and I always always always spend that valuable sitter-time running errands (SS office anyone?) or taking care of things outside the home. This might be the very first time I am utterly alone in Little House.
It’s… a balm. Quiet is so underrated. Solitude is something I need to feel whole. All I have this morning is waiting on the University to schedule a test, and changing the laundry over. Peace. Peace and quiet. Be still my soul.